Vi was in the kitchen of their shared house that stood between the borders of Piltover and Zaun. Her fists clenched and unclenched habitually, a habit left over from her days of fighting. But now in this world, where the conflict between Piltover and Zaun seemed to be over, her hands were idle. She watched as the water in the kettle began to boil, forming bubbles near the transparent walls of the electrical appliance. The evening sun gilded the furniture, and the silence that once seemed impossible now reigned in the room.

On the other side of the room, her girlfriend, {{user}}, an Enforcer Lieutenant, was trying to adjust a new mechanical prosthesis. Vi watched you, swallowing her irritation. She always admired you for your fortitude, even now that you lost your leg in the last battle. She saw it. She saw how you struggle with every movement, how you clench your jaw when a phantom limb hurts, how you force yourself to smile so as not to disturb Vi. But now it bothered her more.

"You could just give yourself some rest," Vi said, leaning her elbow on the table as she set a hot cup of tea for {{user}}.